Trying to locate space. Even while locked down in the midst of a pandemic, I could never truly locate the space to catch up. To catch up with what? When invited into a home that's perfectly designed and everything's in its perfect place my mind begins to travel. I want to know where the clutter is. Show me your junk! The same is true about the human mind. We all know perfect people. Good looks, nice career, they've got it all. Now show me your junk. Where are you stashing the bad days and decisions? Our mental trash is no different than plastic. It doesn't break down to nothing.